Am I a writer
creating beautiful word paintings on paper
or merely an observer
taking dictation in life’s never ending presentation?
I think the latter
for what flows through me
is not created by me
I am merely a vessel
my purpose is to take the notes
and share them, as best as I can
let them flow, unimpeded
touch lives, if touching be allowed
I have written before
but experience shows me
that I am much better
at merely taking notes
Life makes my own creations
look like a bad painting
made with poor quality oils
on a torn shredded canvas
To life
the greatest artist of all
thank you for blessing me
with the gift of taking down your notes
